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Quite obviously I do not own any of Bleach, It belongs to the genius that is Tite Kubo.

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Renji sat and watched as Ichigo sat tapping a pen against his desk, his brow was furrowed in concentration, occasionally he would bring the pen up to his mouth and chew the end only to sigh and bring it back to the table and start tapping again. All that filled the space around them was the incessant tapping. The noise was really pissing Renji off. Renji kept silent. He continued watching the boy. He barely ever put pen to paper, he leaned back and stretched his arms over his head and yawned, the way his muscles flexed under his shirt made those damn familiar butterflies dance in Renji's chest. It was often hard for the shinigami to keep in mind that the kid was only 17. What kind of teenager has a body like that? They were in Karakura high school's library, Renji was deployed to Karakura because it was suspected that someone was out to kill Ichigo. Renji huffed to himself, he hated being Ichigo's 'bodyguard', it wasn't as if the orange haired teenager couldn't look after himself. In fact, Renji was quite aware that the young Shinigami representative could kick his ass into next week if he really wanted to. Renji frowned as he thought of the real reason he was here the reason that Ichigo didn't know about, to stop Ichigo doing something stupid.

The previous week squad 6 had found an out-building in the Rukongai stuffed with information about Ichigo, pictures of Ichigo during battles with hollows, with friends and even with his family. One of the pictures jumped into Renji's mind. It was a picture of Ichigo walking down the street in Karakura with his younger sister, the dark haired one, Karin? Renji's frown deepened as he tried to remember the name of the sister, he knew one was Yuzu and the other was Karin, but which was which? He shrugged the thought off, and returned to the memory of the picture that made him worry about his friend so much. Around Karin was a large red circle drawn in ink, but more alarmingly through Ichigo's face was a huge red cross. Every picture they found in the old abandoned shack was similar. All had a cross through Ichigo and a circle around his younger sister. He knew if Ichigo heard about this he would freak out and try to kill whoever it was targeting his younger sister with a complete disregard for his own safety and probably make a huge mess of the investigation currently being run by Ukitake's squad. That's why Renji was here. Although he knew that once Ichigo found out, there would be no stopping him. Unbelievably, Renji's frown deepened more.

"You know, if you stay like that your face will set?" Ichigo smirked at his friend from behind a mountain of library books.

"Shut up will ya?" Renji growled back, snapping out of his thoughts.

"Well, I thought I'd warn ya. You're ugly enough as it is."

With that Renji picked up the first leather bound book within his reach and through the heavy lump of paper at his friend's face, which the smirking teenager easily dodged. Ichigo's grin grew wider knowing he'd got to the Red head. The smirk was soon wiped of his face as he saw Renji's eyes go wide. The heavy book was flying at high speed towards a bookcase; the impact was signified by a sickening crack. Ichigo spun his head to see the bookcase wobbling precariously as bits of wood split of the side of the cabinet and fell to the floor; he jumped up from his seat to try to catch the case. It was too late. A mountain of books came cascading down from the shelves into a pile on the floor, the bookcase crashing down on top with a tremendous thud. He could hear the familiar stomping of a furious librarian closing in on them. Ichigo did what any teenage boy in his position would do. He grabbed his friend's arm and ran. They dashed for the stairs, down the hall, through a maze of corridors and they didn't stop until they were out of the school gates.

"What the hell was that throw about?! You and your freaky strength! You're in a gigai damn it, how is that possible?! Are you trying to get me excluded?!" He snapped at the panting red head at his side.

"You could have just let it hit you!" Renji spat back.

"It would have gone straight through my face, dickhead!" Ichigo snarled. He suddenly lost the will to be angry as he saw his friends face turn into an apologetic smile. Ichigo laughed suddenly and Renji realised he'd been forgiven. Ichigo could never be angry at Renji for long. The damn pinapple's cheesy smile was enough to break the boys resolve, not that Ichigo would ever admit it.

"C'mon let's go home." Ichigo sighed as he slung his back over his shoulder and took the first step towards the Kurosaki clinic. Renji followed behind.

"Hey what're we doing this weekend Ichigo?" Renji asked, Yuzu and Karin had gone on a school trip to the capital and Ichigo's father had gone to a medical conference somewhere. Renji had decided to take Ichigo's mind off the fact he was being targeted, not that Ichigo seemed to be concerned in the slightest.

"Dunno." Ichigo answered simply. "I have to go to work tomorrow, if I don't my boss really will kill me this time."

Renji chuckled at the fact the boy was worried about his boss more than the person who really was after his life. When he pointed this out to his friend the boy just shrugged, insisting that Renji would be scared of her too. Ichigo's phone started bleeping insistently from his pocket. The boy sighed and flipped the phone open scanning a text message then pushing the phone back into his pocket, apparently ignoring it.

"Girlfriend?" Renji smirked, it was more of a statement than a question. Ichigo just grunted Indicating it was.

"You gonna ignore her?"

"Yep." Ichigo continued walking as Renji shook his head in amusement. Why was Ichigo bothering with this girl? From what Renji could gather the girl was needy and annoying, although quite the looker. He grinned, her needy personality wouldn't go well with Ichigo, and he wasn't one to go running to her when she clicked her fingers. He always thought Ichigo would get with Inoue, they would work better. Renji's face darkened when he remembered how crushed the girl was when she heard about Ichigo and his girlfriend. Renji was gutted too but he knew what he felt for Ichigo was very one sided and he expected this to happen. Of course, Ichigo was completely oblivious to Inoue and Renji's feelings towards him.

"Oi, your quiet today." Ichigo moaned at his friend who was still walking slightly behind, apparently deep in thought. Renji looked up to his friend.

"Hey, I'm gonna take a detour, I'll meet you back at yours later."

"Yeah sure, see you then." Ichigo shrugged continuing his journey home.

Ichigo sighed, wondering where Renji had gotten to. He'd been gone for a good two hours and Ichigo was bored. He had his head resting on his pillow and was sprawled across his bed, he felt his eyes become heavy, he decided to let sleep drag him away from his boredom. As soon as he felt his eyes close he heard the door to his bedroom click open. He looked up to see Renji walk in with a couple of bags from the convenience store. Renji lifted the bags and put them on Ichigo's desk; it hit the wood with a heavy clank. Was that a bottle in there? Ichigo sat up and peered inside the bag; there was an assortment of sweet goodies, chocolate, popcorn and the like. What caught Ichigo's eye was the three sake bottles.

"I'm not drinking y'know." He shot a disapproving look at his friend. Who completely ignored him and was searching his room for DVD's. He opened Ichigo's desk drawer. Ichigo rolled his eyes as he heard Renji's "Ooooh."

Renji had picked up a magazine from his drawer and was flicking through it. A smiled curled across the red heads face. "Hey, Ichigo have you seen the size of this girl's bo-"

"Put it back Renji."

Renji looked up at the boy expecting him to be embarrassed but there wasn't even the trace of a blush on the boy's face.

"Ah c'mon Ichigo, I just found your stash, you could at least pretend to be embarrassed!"

"Put it back dumbass."

"Seriously though, what I'd like to put in between those tits …" Renji mumbled earning himself a blush from Ichigo. "HAH!" Renji laughed pointing at the boy, proud that he finally got a blush from the teen. Ichigo just shook his head and chuckled. Renji pushed the magazine back in the drawer and reached for the second drawer down. Ichigo slapped his hand across the drawer stopping Renji from opening it. Ichigo put his hand on the older shinigami's head and twisted it round so it was facing the DVD rack.

"DVD's are there." Ichigo said. Renji could swear he saw a blush creeping up Ichigo's cheeks. He was definitely going to peek in that drawer when Ichigo wasn't looking. Renji humpfed and picked a DVD from the rack. The two made their way downstairs to the TV. As Ichigo pushed the DVD into the player, he looked over to Renji who was deep in thought, absent-mindedly pulling all the treats from the bag. Renji felt two eyes on him. His gaze snapped up towards Ichigo and a definite blush crept across his face.

"What're you thinking about?" Ichigo raised his eyebrows suspiciously at his embarrassed friend. Renji suddenly panicked. He had remembered a picture in the magazine of a very naked girl trussed up with leather bonds and a very explicit expression on her face, his thoughts had turned to what Ichigo would look like wrapped in leather panting on a bed. He couldn't very well say "Oh I was thinking about you strapped to my bed and screaming like a little bitch."

So Renji just replied "The magazine."

Ichigo gave the expected huff and turned to switch on the TV. Renji let go of the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. He needed to control his thoughts. He needed sake. He twisted the cap of the bottle and began to pour it into two glasses.

"I told you I'm not drinking!" Ichigo growled. "Besides, I'm not even old enough."

Ichigo looked the older shinigami up and down. He was still wearing the Karakura high-school uniform. "Hey how did you manage to buy sake in a school uniform?"

The older guy just shrugged. He looked troubled, his brow furrowed. Ichigo sighed taking a glass of sake out of the man's hands and pressed the glass to his lips. If Renji wasn't going to tell Ichigo what was wrong then Ichigo could at least distract him so he wouldn't wear that stupid worried expression that sent razors through Ichigo's chest. He was going to let Renji enjoy himself a bit, even if it meant Ichigo getting drunk.

He sipped the liquid into his mouth and swallowed. The fire that slipped down his throat was strangely comforting; he felt the warmth of the liquid seep down his arms and legs into every tiny cell of his body. He looked at the red head who was watching the boy's reaction to the sake. The older guy grinned, pride shining in his eyes.

"Took it like a man, Kurosaki."

Ichigo just snorted, and they both crashed to the sofa as the film began.

A few hours later Ichigo was vaguely aware of the stream of rubbish that was coming out of his mouth. Renji was bent over his knees laughing at the younger man, a tear streamed his cheek. The first sake bottle had been finished a good long time ago. Ichigo's phone bleeped and he snapped the lid open and growled "God, she's needy!"

"Why do you bother with her, Ichigo?" Renji asked curiously, leaving out the 'you can have anyone you want' that was on the tip of his tongue.

"Because I like her."

"No you don't"

"Fine. That's what you do isn't it? You find a girl. I just thought I would find one that didn't know about all this shinigami shit, one that I couldn't drag into all this mess and get hurt."

"So, you're with her because you think that's what you should do and not because you like her? That's stupid."

"You're stupid." Ichigo snorted, desperately trying to turn the conversation. The Sake was blurring his mind; he didn't want to blurt out anything he would regret. Like how the person he really liked was a guy and that was wrong.

"Why don't you try doing something that you don't have to, something you like, not what you're expected to?" Renji asked. He had a mischievous glint in his eye. Ichigo had to break eye contact from Renji, the mischievous expression he was wearing made Ichigo's heart beat like a drum. He leant back over the arm of the sofa and pretended to stretch. Renji watched the hem of Ichigo's T-shirt lift revealing a perfectly tanned, toned navel. Renji lavished the sight, his breath catching in his throat. Ichigo's gaze snapped back to Renji as he heard the noise. The sight of Renji looking so hungrily at him made him want to melt into a gooey mess on the sofa. Renji cursed himself for being so obvious as he saw the wide-eyed gaze of the man across from him. In that moment Ichigo looked so very young, and so damn adorable. The older shinigami could no longer hold back and he leant towards the teenager and very gently pressed his lips against the boy's. He braced himself for the punch he knew he would receive. But it never came. He decided to push his luck a little more and slowly brushed his lips against the soft skin of Ichigo's. He felt Ichigo gasp against his mouth. Now Renji knew the punch was coming. The red headed shinigami couldn't believe his luck when Ichigo's mouth pressed against his and ran a wet tongue slowly across Renji's bottom lip silently begging for entrance. The shock of this sent electricity dancing down Renji's spine straight to his groin. Without hesitation Renji opened his mouth to let Ichigo in. He felt the boy moan into his mouth, the moan was so needy it shook Renji to the core. The dance between the two tongues began, it was suddenly apparent to Renji that Ichigo wasn't as inexperienced as he thought. Damn the kid's a good kisser. Renji thought as every slow movement of his tongue was met by Ichigo's, enticing moans of obscene pleasure from Renji's throat. He felt Ichigo's strong arms wrap around his waist and pull them closer, the pressure on their mouths getting stronger, the rhythm that their tongues had fell into increased in speed. Soon the two men were gasping against each other's mouth, their hands traced the others chest, necks and faces.

Ichigo felt like he was on fire. The heat spread from his lips all the way through his toned body. His mind was hazed and the only thing that was crystal clear to him that Renji's soft lips were like a drug. They gave him such a high that he thought he would never come down. They caressed his lips sinfully slowly, they made his body pulsate with need, he needed more, he pulled the man closer wanting every inch of his body to be stimulated with his newfound addiction. He no longer cared that Renji was a man and in a sane state of mind he would consider this wrong. If this was sinning he would welcome hell with his arms open wide.

Renji moaned against his little piece of heaven. His little piece of heaven echoed Renji's moan. Ichigo tasted so sweet, so alluring that Renji felt himself straining at his jeans begging to be set free. He pushed Ichigo gently back so he lay across the sofa. He never let his lips part from the boys, never wanting the sweetness to end. He finally detatched his lips from the boy's and brushed them down his jawline to the base of his throat, he gently licked and nipped at the boys fleshy throat. Ichigo physically shuddered under the man.

The glory of the kiss was broken by an insistent, intrusive knocking on the front door.

"Damn it!" Ichigo cursed. He uncurled himself from Renji, still gasping. Renji's heart was in his mouth. Would Ichigo be mad at him once the lust wore off? Renji grimaced; he was so hard it physically hurt. He watched Ichigo stand; he adjusted himself in his jeans, obviously suffering from the same affliction as Renji.

Renji just stayed on the sofa waiting for Ichigo to return. He heard lowered voices at the door, a girls and Ichigo's. Renji knew it was his girlfriend. He suddenly felt guilt crawl through his insides.

"Are you drunk?!" He heard the girl exclaim and Ichigo's chuckle. He stood up to go and take the blame for Ichigo's drunkness. Even if he had stolen a kiss from Ichigo he wouldn't let they kid ruin his relationship over him. He rounded the corner into the hall he saw Ichigo and the girl kiss. Ichigo was a little forceful but the girl simply melted into him. Yeah, he has that effect. Renji said to himself. He was about to turn away and go back into the house when he heard their lips part.

"Go home. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Ichigo whispered softly. The girl just gazed into his eyes and nodded, completely under his spell. Renji winced. The girl was completely hooked just like Renji was.

Ichigo shut the door as the girl exited and rested his head against it exhaling deeply. He looked towards Renji the pain was obvious as it flashed across his face. "Why?..."

Ichigo whimpered. Renji felt the pain lace through his chest into all his vital organs, making him feel like he was being torn to pieces. He clamped his eyes shut. He felt Ichigo's warm fingers stroke his cheek. "Why … why does it feel so much better when I kiss you?"

Renji's eyes widened.

"Why does it feel like my whole body's on fire? Why am I more attracted to you than my girlfriend?"

"Ichigo, you're drunk." Renji insisted not meeting his eyes. He wasn't going to make this worse with his weak self-control.

"So?" Ichigo snapped. Then with uncertainty said "Wasn't it the same for you? Didn't you like it?"

Renji's eyes snapped up to meet Ichigo's. He knew Ichigo meant 'Don't you like me'. The uncertainty and self-consciousness was radiating off Ichigo. Renji couldn't take any more. He pushed Ichigo back against the door, pushing his body tight against the younger shinigami. He felt Ichigo's excitement pushing into his thigh. Renji looked deep into the boy's eyes to search for any trace of regret, there was only desire. Renji's restraint was crushed.

"You have no idea what you do to me." Renji growled against the boys mouth and pushed his crotch against Ichigo's. The orange haired shinigami immediately bucked sending shockwaves of pleasure swimming through their bodies. The pair soon established a rhythm that made the gasps evolve into moans, the friction driving them crazy. Renji felt the body he was pressed against begin to quiver with need; he felt a coiling, warm sensation building behind his crotch. He jerked his hips and lips away from his partner. His eyes were wide with shock and lust. He couldn't believe he nearly came in his pants just from a bit of friction. Unlike Ichigo he wasn't some inexperienced teenage boy, that hadn't happened to him in a long time. Ichigo looked at him questioningly.

"I nearly came." Renji gasped, explaining to Ichigo who was starting to look disheartened. He saw the smirk grow across Ichigo's heavenly lips.

"Me too. What's the problem with that?" Ichigo stepped closer to Renji and began to trace the tattoos that could be seen through Renji's white shirt with his fingers. Renji shuddered. Ichigo's hands lowered sending shivers through the redhead's body. His fingertips found the button at the top of Renji's jeans. Renji put his hands gently on Ichigo's, halting his progress.

"If you undo that button, there's no going back." He warned. Ichigo's determination never swayed. He popped open the button.